For an ordinary immortal like the proprietress of the bun shop, it doesn't matter at all whether the handsome guy in front of him is a wanted thief or not.

She wasn't going to ask for the bounty either.

That big thief even dared to kill the soldiers of the city lord's mansion, go and report him, is it too long?

For the little immortals, being alive is the right thing to do.

Therefore, even if she saw Chen Qinghe put the cat in the placket of her clothes, she only pretended not to see it.

After stuffing two meat buns into his arms, Chen Qinghe deliberately tightened his clothes, trying not to let the cat's tail be exposed.

On the territory of Hongyan City, he is still a wanted criminal.

Better be careful.

Then, Chen Qinghe took out the bun and took a bite, "It tastes good." ”

He handed the remaining two buns to Mu Yao along with the paper bag, and specially explained: "Don't steal it, four buns are just enough for a cat's meal." ”

Mu Yao rolled her eyes.

A few broken buns, she thought to herself, even though I was hungry, I wouldn't be able to steal this.

That's right......

Chen Gongzi hasn't eaten yet, does he have to invite himself alone later?

Mu Yao couldn't help but start thinking about what kind of food was delicious nearby, and she was reluctant to go to the restaurant on weekdays.

After all, Chen Gongzi has just made a lot of money in the Ranger Club, well, you must eat him more!

......

"Why are you stunned, hurry up and lead the way in front!" Chen Qinghe saw Mu Yao in a daze, and said angrily: "I told you earlier, my time is very precious. ”

“......”

Mu Yao snorted, twisted her waist and walked in front of herself, muttering something in her mouth.

She felt that Chen Gongzi might be deliberately humiliating herself.

Is it to avenge his cat?

Didn't you just screw the cat, it's really careful.

Hold back, you have to hold back.

Mu Yao thought to herself, the other party was her "gold master", even for the sake of those shiny spirit stones, she had to hold on.

It's all for life, not ashamed.

As a saleswoman of the Ranger Club, Mu Yao is also a girl who has seen the world, and knows that the more powerful people are, the more likely they are to have some strange problems and habits.

If Chen Gongzi is just such a yin and yang weird, he is still a good boss.

At least in that regard, he never forced himself.

Mu Yao had heard several sisters who were also salesmen say that some bosses looked like dogs on the surface, and they did some despicable, obscene and shameless and dirty things behind their backs.

Chen Gongzi is so young and so handsome, he shouldn't be the same as those greasy old men, right?

Although he also hinted at himself......

Mu Yao thought to herself, the other party might be a more gentlemanly hunter, waiting for him to take the initiative to cast the net.

After all, many big bosses like to play tricks that want to get away with it.

Call!

Should he do what he wants?

When did he get his heart?

What a headache.

......

Chen Qinghe didn't know that the black-robed female saleswoman who was walking in front had such a complicated psychological activity.

He gave the remaining two and a half - including the meat bun that he had bitten a few bites and did not finish - to the gluttonous cat in his arms, who ate it clean after dividing it by two, and his belly that had been deflated bulged again.

It changed into a more comfortable position in Chen Qinghe's arms, stretched its waist, and then meowed twice, and soon closed its eyes again and fell asleep.

Chen Qinghe was speechless.

He could see that the fat cat had not completely absorbed all the demon pills he had eaten before, and the reason why he suddenly woke up was entirely because he was hungry.

Chen Qinghe deeply understands this point and expresses his understanding.

In the immortal realm, if the realm is not enough, you must eat something every once in a while, otherwise you may really starve to death......

If he wants to reach the level of "Bigu" like when he was in the human realm before, Chen Qinghe estimated that he might have to be at least at the level of a celestial immortal, or even higher.

Don't you see, a demonic master like Ding Yangqiu, when it comes to eating, he still becomes that kind of virtue?

Chen Qinghe judged from this that the cat's dormant state, in addition to the feeding time to replenish physical strength, should last for a long time.

Speaking of which, even if you don't count the large number of little demons, the energy contained in the demon pill of the eight-zhang demon alone is already quite terrifying.

Although this cat is a bit special, and its combat power cannot be estimated by its size, but before devouring the Spider Spirit Demon Pill, at best, it was only the cultivation of a second-order and third-order immortal, and it was not directly supported to death by the Demon Pill of the Eight Zhangs Demon Cultivator, which can be regarded as a gift.

Chen Qinghe can only hope that the next time it wakes up, there will be a bigger change.

He tightened his shirt and walked forward with Mu Yao's footsteps while sorting out his loot during this time.

Some of these were items he could use and didn't plan to sell.

For example, there are several booklets that seem to be cheats, most of which Chen Qinghe hasn't had time to read, and some very practical talismans.

Knowledge is power, and when he was in the human world, the old man Chen Qinghe was a well-known old pedant, and he was involved in various schools of exercises.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible.

After ascending to the immortal realm, what Chen Qinghe needs most now is theoretical knowledge, although these cheats may also have dross, but after all, they are produced by the immortal realm, even if they don't cultivate, it doesn't hurt to read through and understand.

Chen Qinghe planned to sell some useless things today, so he would find a quiet place to live, study those cheats and talismans, and consolidate and improve his cultivation by the way.

The so-called "useless things" are the most typical ones that have been captured.

This kind of thing generally has a strong personal character, and although it has been erased, there is still a high probability that it will be recognized by someone who cares.

Hongyan City is only a small place in the entire immortal world, and if he sells those magic weapons from a certain trading house through normal channels, I am afraid that before he has time to go out, revenge will follow.

This is the kind of work that black marketeers do to sell stolen goods for others.

Except for the bracelet and small sword that was obtained from the young woman of Fengyun, Chen Qinghe planned to dispose of the rest of the magic weapons and equipment in his hand today.

......

At this time, Mu Yao, who was walking in front, said in a low voice: "Chen Gongzi, it's here." ”

Chen Qinghe raised his head and looked around.

It's a dirty alley, and the air is filled with a suffocating stench.

If you hadn't come here in person, it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a broken place in the fairy world.

In front of Mu Yao, there was a black courtyard gate, full of oil stains.

Chen Qinghe frowned.

Mu Yao explained in a low voice: "Chen Gongzi should not be disgusted, after all, these black market businessmen are rats who can't see the sun...... However, this cloud boss really has a lot of good goods in his hands, and the price of the goods is also fair, and many old rangers have cooperated with him!"

Chen Qinghe nodded and motioned for Mu Yao to knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk.

The knock on the door echoed in the quiet alley, and it seemed a little eerie.

"Who?!" After a while, a lazy voice came from behind the door, and there was a kind of indifference that no one was close to.

"Elder Sun of the Ranger Club introduced that there is a batch of goods that I want to ask Boss Yun to help me get rid of. Mu Yao replied in a low voice.

With a creak, the small door was windless and automatic, revealing a gap in the passage that only allowed one person to pass through.

Mu Yao glanced at Chen Qinghe, and at the latter's suggestion, he walked in first.

Chen Qinghe followed Mu Yao and dodged into the small courtyard, looking at the surrounding environment.

There is a banyan tree in the middle of the courtyard, and the rest of the place is all black and dirt, and around the courtyard wall, there are all kinds of items scattered together, and there are piles of old highs, among which there are many magic weapons such as swords, clubs, etc.

On the only chair in the middle of the hall sat a short man with a mustache.

This person crossed his legs, held a thick dry cigarette pipe in his hand, took a puff, puffed a puff of smoke, slowly and methodically, and looked at Chen Qinghe and the two of them sideways.

Chen Qinghe glanced at him and was secretly frightened.

The reason for the frightening is not how profound the cultivation of this so-called "Cloud Boss" is, nor how arrogant his demeanor is.

Chen Qinghe has lived for more than 3,000 years, what kind of person has not seen it?

The key problem was that the man's chimney was simply too big, as if it were a joke.

How big is it?

When he smoked, the cigarette gun almost poked into the beam, and when he knocked the cigarette ash, he almost broke the door.

Thick and long.

In comparison, the Fang Tian painting halberd that Chen Qinghe used to shoot scorpions is simply a younger brother.

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